This is a song about "The mill hoterl"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

I can be meek unless you keep me from my mill, you'll get destroyed

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the old duck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team